As a student at a wealthy, private, educational institution, my world is filled with people that may some day be our future. Yet somehow, no offense (because I really do love some of these people), I am not soothed by this thought. We are dubbed the "look at me" generation, and unfortunately for good reason. Some of our contemporaries are out trying to save the world, or at least speaking their minds about something other than the newest i phone or designer shoes. Meanwhile the OPUA sit around bickering about if Bristol Palin's baby's daddy is hot or not (totally hot!)
We are here with infinite resources at our finger tips and instead of putting them to good use we're having existential crisis on our stoops, indulging in sake bombs and sushi and drunkenly falling off make-shift ladders trying to climb into our apartments (that story will be told at a later time). Sorry, that was a little of track, the world around me is what it is... maybe you can relate? Back to the point though, what is an OPUA? I would say Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie, but those girls are just plain over-privileged. So I'll bring it closer to home, for me the perfect example is the kid in class who saunters in late, sits in the back of the room and occasionally mumbles incoherent jokes. One day you're walking across the street and you catch the same saunter swaggering over to a brand new BMW. It finally dawns that the apathetic kid in the back is here because it is the easiest way to coast by. Coasting until "by chance" a job falls into their lap with benefits and six weeks of paid vacation. And of course this by no means comes by the way of any sort of hard work or perseverance, it's all in who you know (I'd be willing to bet my vintage Gucci belts).
In our beautiful city of San Francisco the OPUA can be found virtually anywhere, but here are some suggestions if you are so inclined to go on the hunt. The Marina (duh), the Mission (come on, can we say that the area has become completely gentrified and is now overrun with apathetic, camera toting, PBR sipping hipsters?), NOPA (hmmm... similarly close to OPUA), USF (our fine educational institution and home to the multiple freeloading Orange County transplants) and of course the Tenderloin a.k.a. the TL (home to the OPUA who wants to gain "cred" by not living in the Marina, the Mission or NOPA).
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